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Nov 2018
Reaching a point In my life
when enough was enough I
walked to a bridge, thoughts
of ending It all, 2 miles did I
walked to get to the bridge
climbing the barrier there to
cling the
Looking down on the traffic
passing in out of the bridge
one slip I'd be gone, no more
would I be, but In order not
endanger Innocent life
couldn't find a place to
Even In death and state, I was
In Wouldn't want the death of the
Innocent the lastΒ thing I see
right at that point a voice In
my head, but the voice was
not of my
It was the voice of one time
a best friend who died 37 years
ago, he hung himself on a
the bridge just like one I was on
over a girl, he couldn't live
To this day I remember turning
my head to see him there
sitting on the bridge next to
me swinging his legs over the
His words he spoke "You finally
got here then" climb back over
he said this not your time or
the place, then he vanished
I went back home to
live tell my
I had reached a point In my life I couldn't
Cope the long walked probably saved me
Johnny walker
Written by
Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
   Eric W and Melissa S
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